Spy-x-War Showdown
Chapter 792 - 797: Simplicity Is Best

Chapter 792: Chapter 797: Simplicity Is Best

Anton returned, and the moment he pushed the door open, Zhang Yong and Yang Yi simultaneously glanced at his lower body.

As expected, his lower body was somewhat unsteady.

Caught off guard by the roomful of stares, Anton stopped in his tracks and said to everyone, "I’ve handled it."

Zhang Yong looked at his watch and said, "Three hours from leaving to returning, pretty fast, huh?"

Anton placed more emphasis on his words, "I said I’ve handled it, I got the intelligence."

Yang Yi nodded, "Alright, Old Goblin."

Anton paused for a moment.

"Old Goblin?"

"Yes, that’s the nickname we’ve given you, what do you think?"

Anton shrugged, "It’s just a codename, doesn’t matter. But Old Goblin... hmm, at least it’s better than Little Egg, so whatever you guys want."

Yang Yi received a ten-thousand-point critical hit.

"My nickname is Sea God!"

Yang Yi felt helpless. He had already broken out of his Little Egg shell, alright? But it seemed that nobody cared. When he first started, he wasn’t even considered a rookie, but now he surely couldn’t be thought of as one, could he? Unfortunately, the nickname still stuck with him.

Helplessness, oh helplessness.

With a long sigh, Yang Yi turned to Anton, "Now that we’ve got the intelligence, let’s hear it."

Anton fell silent for a moment, then with a serious face, he said, "Mark Sharpo is at Donetsk Airport."

Yang Yi already knew that Mark Sharpo was in Donetsk, and now he also knew the specific location—Donetsk Airport. However, Mark Sharpo’s whereabouts made the Organization of Water’s situation both simple and complex.

It was simple because the target was only Mark Schappo, with no need for contact or turning him, just a straightforward assassination mission—and for the Organization of Water, assassinations were truly the simplest of tasks.

It was complex because Donetsk’s environment was complicated, the situation chaotic.

The major battle in Donetsk had begun, and the Eastern Ukrainian Militia had almost taken full control of Donetsk. The only place still held by the Government Military was the airport; from any standpoint, there was no doubt that Donetsk had become a battlefield.

A battlefield, no less, alight with the roaring flames of war, with shells falling at any time, bullets flying constantly. Under such circumstances, carrying out an assassination was of course complex.

Just getting into Donetsk would require a great deal of effort, not to mention entering the airport, which was surrounded by the Eastern Ukrainian Militia. That was even harder.

Donetsk was already a war zone, and whether it was territory held by the Eastern Ukrainian Militia or the Ukrainian Government Military, they were sure to strictly inspect incoming persons and vehicles. For Yang Yi and his team, who were numerous and armed to the teeth, the only way to get into Donetsk was to first make contact with a willing armed faction. As for the airport, infiltrating it was out of the question.

And it was indeed ironic—on a battlefield shrouded in gunsmoke, to assassinate someone, with emphasis on ’assassination.’ At this point, you could just find Mark Schappo and shoot him dead in the chaos. What opportunity would there be to use a bomb for an assassination!

Therefore, the mere fact that Mark Schappo was at Donetsk Airport dashed Yang Yi and his team’s plans—too troublesome, too complex, too risky.

"At Donetsk airport? Damn it, he’s supposed to be undercover in downtown Donetsk. As an intelligence officer for the Ministry of Defense, Mark Sharpo is supposed to be gathering intelligence."

Zhang Yong couldn’t help but start complaining, but Anton said without changing his expression, "Mark Schappo is at Donetsk airport because he’s the director. It’s impossible for him to personally execute undercover missions. He’s a commander. But being trapped in the airport, he won’t be able to play any role. So, I think Mark Schappo will soon return to Kyiv."

Yang Yi gave a wry smile. "Yes, he will definitely return to Kyiv, but the problem is none of us knows when he’ll come back. If he returns in a week, that’s fine, but if he waits a month to come back, that will be too late. We don’t have time to waste on him."

As dejecting as it was, there was still work to be done. Yang Yi only complained briefly before immediately pulling himself together. Then he said loudly, "We can’t go to Donetsk. It’s not suitable for us to take action there. But since Mark Schappo is sure to come back, we’ll make our move in Kyiv. We shouldn’t be idle now. Think about what we can do, starting with finding out his home address."

Looking at Anton with a smile, Yang Yi suddenly asked, "You already know it?"

Anton nodded, "Yes, I know where Mark Schappo lives, and I also know he has a beloved car. He drives it to work."

Yang Yi waved his hand and said, "Plant a bomb in his car. First, rig his car with a bomb!"

Anton nodded, "Yes, we could plant a bomb in his car."

Yang Yi exhaled and said, "As long as Mark Schappo comes back and starts his car, our job will be done. The question is when he will come back."

Everyone looked at Anton. Anton spread his hands and said, "Don’t look at me. Mark Schappo wouldn’t tell his travel plans to someone in logistics. It’s confidential. We will have to find out ourselves."

The Ukrainian Ministry of Defense’s intelligence bureau—how to investigate this was the question, but after thinking it over briefly, Yang Yi had a general direction.

Since it was the intelligence bureau of the Ministry of Defense, naturally it would be under the control of the Ministry of Defense. So to know Mark Schappo’s whereabouts, or to get him called back from the front line, one could start with the Ministry of Defense.

Perhaps by calling a meeting, for example.

Yang Yi thought for a moment, then said, "We need to prepare for both possibilities. One is Mark Schappo coming back on his own, which would be the simplest and best outcome. The other is us bringing him back. We can make a move at the Ministry of Defense, but first we need to get the bomb ready. And that’s something we can do right now."

After speaking, Yang Yi looked at McDonald and said, "Mr. Quinn, make a bomb."

McDonald nodded, "Making a bomb is easy, but what type should we make? We could make one that’s connected to the car and explodes as soon as the engine starts, or we could make a remote-controlled explosive for a manual detonation."

"Which one do the Russians prefer?"

McDonald chuckled, "The Russians like it straightforward—they just slap a strong magnet underneath the car with barely any disguise. Remote detonation is more common. Since we’re using a bomb, there’s no need to disguise it as an accident. So, we just attach a remote explosive under the car and wait for the target to get in before detonating. There’s nothing simpler than that."

Yang Yi clapped his hands together, "Let’s do that then."

McDonald sighed, "Such a simple bomb doesn’t need to be made on the spot. I have plenty in my room. Just take any of them. It’s too simple, really too simple."

If the bombs were ready-made, there was no need to delay. It was time to act.

Yang Yi looked at Anton, "Sea God, where does Mark Schappo live?"

Anton was momentarily taken aback before he realized that his new nickname was Sea God.

"Oh, not far."